I lost my job and I have no income until April.
My rent is $1300 a month
My radiator is broken and it will cost $835.
Internet is $71.
Any help would be appreciated. I just need to make enough money to make it to the first of the month.
paypal.me/jadeskarlett...
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The Pokemon Rejuvenation Art Calendar is OUT NOW!! Featuring full scale illustrations and stickers by the talented artists of the Rejuv community!
Download 13 pages of incredible artwork for free below! โฌ๏ธ
#PokemonRejuvenation
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๋จ์ด์ ธ์ ๋ง์ด ์๋ ํธ์ธ๋ฐ ์ด๊ฑด ๋ด ์์์์ด ๋ฐ์๋์ด์ ์ค์ค๋ก์ ๋น์ทํ๊ฒ ์บํดํ๋ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ์ถ์ธก๋๋ค
์ฌ์ค์ ๋ฉ์ด์จ์ ๊ฒฝ๋ ฅ์ด ๋ง์๋งํผ ๊ต์ฅํ ์ธ์ธ๋ก ์ ์ฐ์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ด ๋ง๊ณ ์ด์ ์ ์ด๋ฉฐ ์ฐ์ฆ ๋ชป์ง ์๊ฒ ์
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์ ์ด์ ๋๋ผ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ธ๊ฐ๊ตฐ์์ ๊ด์ฌ์ด ์์ด์ ๋ฉ์ด์จ ํด์์ ํ๋ค๋ณด๋๊น ๋ฉ์ํ ๋์์ ํน์ ์์ฑ์ด ๋ถํ์ด์ ์์บ ๊ฐ์์ก๋ค๋ ๋๋์ ๋ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋ญ... ๋ฉ์ด์จ์ ํ์ ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ํด์ ํฐ ์๊ธฐ๊ฐ์ ์๋์ค
#PriceGazWeek2025 day 1: beginnings
"you love me despite the history of my hands. their mangled confession"
Old Frank Woods drawing I never posted here #cod #callofduty #blackops
I gotta start using this app more lmao
[ Charybdis - a #GhostSoap minicomic ]
Page 3, โฆ do you stop grieving him ?
Im so glad to hear that! Im doing good too ๐ Just don't forget us cod fans /j ๐ญ๐ญ
Oh i see ๐ญ Well I'm glad you are still around ๐ I hope everything is going well for you
OOMF a few days ago I was like "where is zouz i haven't seen her on my tl in ages"
I don't use bsky much ๐ญ
Ah, I was wondering why my discord and twitter were blowing upโฆ thatโs really well played Micky, congrats !
Good morning everyone, hereโs one of my Zineโs artwork :)
โข Fix-it zine - soap goes on runs again, but is reminded to take breaks and not push himself by his service dog !
thank uuu
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIKTOR REZNOV!! ๐ฅณ๐ฅณ
Is that cupcake enough for 2...?? Or maybe it's just for one...
"Ahh, Iโll find a way to keep on going
Ahh, pain is never stopping or slowing"
My beloved BO6 Frank Woods
Inspired by Kyu-kurarin by Iyowa
Inspiration <3
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2b1I...
"Ahh, Iโll find a way to keep on going
Ahh, pain is never stopping or slowing"
My beloved BO6 Frank Woods
Inspired by Kyu-kurarin by Iyowa
Background is not mine I took it from BNHA ๐ญ
Some MasonWoods art + Icon Match version i made
How about some MasonWoods to start the week
As he drifted off to sleep, the last thing he felt was Johnnyโs hand in his hair, the gentle scratch of his fingers against his scalp, and the quiet, unspoken promise that everything was going to be okay.
The weight of the mission, of everything he had done and seen, started to lift, replaced by the steady, grounding presence of Soap beside him. For the first time in what felt like forever, Simon felt safe. He was home.
Soapโs fingers continued their slow, soothing rhythm, scratching lightly at Simonโs scalp, each stroke lulling him further into relaxation. Simonโs breathing began to slow, his body sinking deeper into the mattress.
Simon closed his eyes, leaning into the touch, the last remnants of tension melting away under Soapโs gentle care.
Neither of them said a word. The silence was comfortable, familiar. It was in these moments, in the quiet aftermath of chaos, that they found their peace.
Soap climbed in beside him, pulling the covers over both of them. He shifted closer, his hand finding its way to Simonโs head. He started stroking his hair, his fingers weaving through the short strands, his touch slow and rhythmic. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes.
Simon sank into the soft sheets with a quiet sigh, the tension in his body slowly releasing as he let himself be enveloped by the warmth and comfort of the bed.
He trusted Soap to take care of him, to do what needed to be done. Once Simon was dressed, the sergeant guided him to the bed and gently pushed him down onto the mattress.
He dressed Simon in clean clothes, soft cotton that felt like a balm against his battered skin. Simon moved mechanically, his limbs heavy, his eyes half-closed. But he didnโt resist.
There was something comforting about it, something that pulled him out of the fog of war and back into the present.
Soap led him back to the bedroom, where the soft light of the lamp still glowed.